I let my tongue make soft, lazy circles over the lips of your labia, occasionally delving deep inside or sliding higher to tease and nibble your hidde... button. In my right hand, a tiny pocket rocket finds that mark more often, and just a few seconds of stimulation at this point has you again at the edge. A few seconds more, we both know, would push you over. Not yet, mon cher. I find I can tuck the rocket inside of you, and maneuver it with my tongue, the sensations not quite enough to bring. I cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing it a bit and kneading the soft creamy flesh in my hand. Judy gasped slightly but didn't try to push my hand away. I looked down at the woman lying on my desk. I looked into her eyes and smiled. Then I leaned down and kissed her.At first, her kiss was cautious and unsure. But when she saw that there were no thunderbolts from heaven coming her way, she relaxed and opened herself to the kiss more. She moaned, almost imperceptibly, into my mouth. But I. I got the distinct impression her mind was someplace else while we were fucking. She was jumpy, moody, and not as talkative as I remembered. I think she tried, but as I learned from her later, I was the stranger and Victor was her real lover.About four weeks at home I asked her to meet me at the O club for Friday night happy hour. She got there about 4:30 and was in a surprisingly happy mood. I could tell she had spent some time on her clothes, hair and makeup. She looked like a million. I wasn’t upset by it at all. Just intrigued. Have you any idea why it did happen?’ I replied. ‘I think it was seeing you in your navy school knickers,’ he added. ‘It’s always been a bit of a problem of mine from way back in my school days. Perhaps I can explain, and apologise, by buying you dinner tonight.’ ‘Thank you,’ I replied, ‘I’d like that, Mike.’Mike booked a table in very nice restaurant in the village where we both had rented flats. Mike was already there when I arrived and once we’d.